Just When

Just when I think it can't get any more beautiful...it does.

Just when I think that the light can't be any softer or gentler....it is.

Just when I think it's not possible to find that quiet...I do.

I arrive in the space without expectation...without ever quite knowing what I might find...what I might discover...what I might experience and feel. My mind lags one step behind my body....as I wake to meet and greet the new day.

In the beginning - there's a tightness...a reluctance...a resistance. I never believe I'm quite ready...but then - there I am.

I prepare myself to look...and really see. I begin to find my ground...my center...my core. I listen.

A layer of morning mist...fogging my vision. I adjust the lens thru which I'm looking. There must be something...there always is. My eyes begin to focus. I begin to see.

Feet ground. Body softens. Mind stops asking those questions that have no answers. This is what. This is why. This is where I come to. It's where I arrive.

Just when I begin to wonder why it is I rise each day...I know.

Just when I can't imagine a scene more magical...there is.

Just Enough

Just enough.

Not too dark...or too light. Not to big...or too small. Not too loud...or too quiet.

Simply...softly...silently...surprisingly easy.

Just enough - I decided. Must it be anything other or more than that?

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Once and again - I'll be practicing quiet over the weekend. Will return and begin again on Sunday night.

Found Imperfection

It need not be something that's never been seen...nor done - before.

It need not be unique...original...or truly special.

It need not  - even - be perfect.

But what it does need - what I need it to be - is real....heartfelt and honest and true. It needs to be a reflection of my vision in that moment. It needs to be quiet. It needs to be authentic. It needs to speak not only to how it looks on the outside...but to how it feels within.

Surrounded by nothing other than chaos and mess....dying weeds...dewy grass...morning mist..and rising light - I thought it doesn't get any more imperfect than this...does it?

And in that - instant -  I took one deep slow breath...knowing inside me that whatever it was that I'd been looking for..I'd found.